Gang Starr Code of the Streets Lyrics
            Take this for example young brothers want rep
            Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step
            It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun
            And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son
            So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip
            Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick
            With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew
            We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too
            Even a jeep or a van, g______, we're getting ours, yo
            Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so
            It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping
            They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open
            To do anything, anywhere, anyplace
            Buckwild in another court case
            It's the code of the streets
        
            They might say we're a menace to society
            But at the same time I say "Why is it me?"
            Am I the target, for destruction?
            What about the system, and total corruption?
            I can't work at no fast-food joint
            I got some talent, so don't you get my point?
            I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot
            Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop
            Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine
            I gotta have it so I can leave behind
            The mad poverty, never having always needing
            If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding
            I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts
            And while I'm selling, here's a flash report
            Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low
            Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show?
            You gotta be a pro, do what you know
            When you're dealing with the code of the streets
        
            Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding
            Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings
            Guru has never been one to play a big shot
            It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot
            Anf f___ turning my back to the street scene
            It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends
            Coming, just to get what I'm selling
            Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon
            So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest
            Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect
            I've never been afraid to let loose my speech
            My brothers know I kick the code of the streets
        
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